Alfheimr (War)

The Tyranophant opened a Dimension Gate back into Alfheim, this time outside of the city, knowing that he would be arrested if he were to enter the city limits. He was, at the very least, pissed, but still keeping a level head. He still could not believe how he was disrespected like that when he was doing nothing but helping. He would exit his Dimension Gate with his fist clenched and a hand in his pocket, he himself floating before a number of people. "Aight," he said rather casually, "Look. I Don't Wanna Hurt Nobody. But What You Guys Did To Me Was Not Cool. Imagine If I Did That To Your Mistress." He paused briefly. "All I Want Is A Formal Apology And Respect To The Veritas. If I Gotta Fight For It, I Will." Those were his words to the people.

The Tyranophant's hand suddenly relaxed out of a fist, then slipped into his pants pocket. He closed his eyes and smiled, sighing with relief. "Finally... A Sound Ear..." He opened his crystal blue eyes, gazing into those of Freyr, saying in a sincere and genuine tone that echoed over itself when he spoke, "I Simply Wish For Peace And Respect Between Worlds, Veritas And Alfheim, Through The Apology For High Offense Against Me, God Of The Veritas Planet." He nodded his head slowly to Freyr, saying, "I'm Sure You Wouldn't Want To Be Insulted In My Realm, And Would Wage War On Me If It Happened. So I Hope You See Where I'm Coming From." The Tyranophant crossed his arms, "What Say You, O God Of This Realm? War Or Peace?"

The Tyranophant tapped his finger on his arm a bit. "That's Definitely True," he'd admit honorably, "However, The Grounds For Offense Were Of The Threatening Towards Me And Obscenities Hurled At Me, As Well As My People, Dishonoring Me And Where I Come From. I Have Been Here On A Mission Of Peace And I Was Welcomed Here Peacefully, But Maintaining Respect Here Seems To Be An Issue Simply Because I Am A Foreign God." He raised an eyebrow, "But A God All The Same. I Dare Not Say Worship Me, But At Least Respect Me When I Do Something Good For You." The Tyranophant was not the tyrant people made him out to be because of his title, but he definitely could get tyrannical, if peace was not achieved.

The Tyranophant couldn't believe what he was hearing. "No Offense, Huh...?" His eyes narrowed into a sanguine color from their crystal blue, his 'Hyper Perception' activating. "... Then, You Won't Take Offense If I Disrespect You As A Joke, Will You?" They all weren't seeing something that needed to be seen through experience. So he was going to show them just what they did... The hard way. "I Don't Repay Disrespect With Respect Or Honor." At the word 'friends', the Tyranophant did hesitate, for that is what he wanted more than anything... But... "I Say It's High Time You Learn The Meaning Of 'Disrespect', Then." The Tyranophant flew backward a relative distance, raising a hand, "And I'll Teach You."

The Tyranophant wasn't trying to kill anybody. He was just trying to make them look foolish, as they'd done to him. He wasn't going to kill anyone or anything -- and would take proper precautions not to -- but he knew they might try to kill him. A sacrifice he was willing to make, if it would help them understand what high offense they caused the Veritas. "... Tremble...!" The Tyranophant called out, his technique literally causing the ground beneath them to shudder as if in terror, as they should be. The tremor would be used to throw them off balance -- those on the ground, anyway -- and with another call, "Chomao!" a tome appearing in his hand and small flecks of glowing entities popping out, "Ruin Their Technology." Technology was food for the Chomao, who were Technology Sprites. They came out in the tens, fluttering about quickly and erratically. They searched for generators and anything technological to consume or destroy.

The Tyranophant heard naught from Alauntree.

The Tyranophant chuckled, watching his Chomao adapt to the situation, "Bad Move..." he said, floating toward the beams. More Chomao came from his tome and encircled him, deflecting each beam coming at him with precision whilst the others rose back up and away from the shield, immediately to the turrets. As they were Technology SPRITES, they, too, were magic -- called Manna on the Veritas -- and Technology incarnate. Therefore, their resemblance made them just compatible enough for the Chomao to damage the turrets severely. The aura around them was powerful, and they seemed to be able to pass through solid objects at will. Ty, on the other hand, took to the skies, saying once again, "TREMBLE!" as this time, the air itself began to shake, particle by particle. The clouds split and the air became unstable for flight.

The Tyranophant withdrew his remaining Chomao into his tome, as they dispelled back into the Manna they were made from, which got absorbed into the book. He was angry now. VERY Angry. "FUCK SHIT UP!!!" he cried as he slammed the back of his fist into the atmosphere, a radical distortion in the spatiotemporal superposition of said space around him suddenly becoming a break in the faultline of reality, shattering it to bits with an explosion. The explosion took in all light, energy, magic, things physical and anything nonphysical and erased it, causing the faultline to slowly repair itself more and more as the explosion consumed a greater area and things went into it. At first, the area would be black, but over time, everything would return to color with a vast crater and nothing but ruptured, blurred light left.

The Tyranophant, though easily able to withstand his own attacks and then some, was still subject to the effects of physics and was, unintentionally, shot back by the impressive force of the shieldwall collision that he wasn't aware had that much energy to block one of his 'Fuck Shit Up's. As effective as the name was, it backfired on his own plans for the moment as he was now in the depths of space, floating. "... Lesson One..." he muttered, his face darkening as he floated into a Dimension Gate. He'd taken down one shieldwall today, and would be back again with a different force before they could repair it. Even he needed time to prepare for such an event, however. "... Complete." The Dimension Gate closed behind the ominous Tyranophant.